Skip to main content

My weekend to do list

I thought I'd try to give myself some framework for this weekend, in lieu of awaking Saturday morning, rushing about like a nutjob, then suddenly finding myself facing Monday morning without accomplishing anything FUN....

I always manage to get the laundry done, and any cleaning that has to be done done, but..I'm older now, and I want to enjoy my free time as well as tend to domestic responsibilities.

Said the princess....

To Do:

Clean bathrooms.

Do laundry.

Go for a run.

Make cookies.

Fold laundry.

Call Grandma.

Call Auntie.

Do my toes.

Switch out my winter clothes for my summer clothes in my closet.

Take inventory and really get RID of stuff I don't wear. I know what it is, but tend to keep things much longer than I should..

Work in the garden.

Read on the patio..while working on browning the legs a little....

Take a nap with the cat.

Have lunch with the Daughter.

Shop for a graduation picture outfit with Daughter.

Also shop for a graduation dress with Daughter.

Go for another run.

Do yoga. Need to do more yoga.

Meditate at least once.

Watch two movies...and be present while I'm doing so, unless they're not worth it, then go ahead and do the crossword puzzle or crochet during them...

Determine whether the current crochet project is going to be a placemat or something else...

Ok, that's pretty much it.

Have a great weekend!
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

On Mondays. And lots of rules.

Mondays can be a challenge. There's the whole shock to the system of waking up and realizing it's not the weekend anymore, which kind of blows. And then the jolt out of the lazy flow of the weekend into the time-focused 'gotta be at the office by x time, gotta get ready for the company meeting, gotta check emails/deadlines to ensure nothing is on fire' stuff. And then the reality of settling into the week...and knowing that this one will be a full one. They all seem to be. This week for me: Work. Lots of good stuff going on, but 'lots' being the watchword. School. 2nd trimester starts. Tomorrow a.m. So tomorrow for me is school, 9-12; work 1230-430; clinic 5-9. Long day, Tuesday. For this I've washed and pressed my lab coat, cleaned out my tote (it is truly amazing what collects during a trimester in terms of used kleenexes, abandoned index cards, folded notes that were important at some point but now are just extra weight, stale snacks, etc.), and ...
Post a Comment
Read more

It might have been the moon

 The second Super Moon, also a Harvest Moon, just happened. On the same night I had my mini-meltdown. (see prior post). I've talked with several friends who reported intense emotions, mostly around stuff that needs to be released, resolved. When I think about my angst, and how intense it felt, I realize it was all about that kind of stuff. Old stuff, patterns, thinking, habits. So maybe the moon precipitated things. The bubbling up of angst and anger and icky stuff lasted all that night, but had calmed by yesterday morning. Thank gawd, because that was a morass of darkness, the likes of which I haven't experienced in at least a decade. The rest of the weekend has been pleasant. Uneventful. Full of errands, chores, a really nice walk this morning, yummy food, naps, etc. The one thing about energy that feels constant is that no mood lasts forever. Energy continually shifts and morphs, like the Universe knows too much, too long, of any one sentiment just isn't a good idea for ...
Post a Comment
Read more

The run

I have the body of a sprinter, but always ran long distance. My wind would stabilize, my muscles would synchronize, my mind would clear...at about mile 2.5 and just improve after that. For decades I ran. My high school P. E. teacher, Ms. Vidano, instilled the love of the run, and it remains to this day, long past when I should endeavor to tread the roads for miles and miles. The run sustained me after my (very early life) divorce. The run helped reconnect with a childhood friend, who had ventured far for college but returned for work, and who found me enjoying a post-work cigarette and glass of wine on my balcony one night and said, 'Oh, no, this isn't right. Put that fucking thing out. I'll be here in the morning. We're going shopping, and we're going running.' Loved that. He was right, and he was awesome, and he got me back out of a trench and into my running love zone. Then I met my now love, my man of many years, father of my children, partner in ...
Post a Comment
Read more